Dairy Queen: Queen of queens of dairy.
Coming here always takes me to my happy place. When I was a fat kid, I was often denied chocolate dipped cones from DQ by the parentals. Whatever, look at me now. I can get one whenever I want one. Pfft.
I don't like complications, so I typically order a small or medium cone. If I wanna live a little, I'll get the dipped cones and sometimes an Oreo Blizzard. ALL. BOMB. One of the girls who works there always swirls the ice cream really high. I don't know how she does it. Talent and a lot of practice and spilled cones, I guess.
Staff's never been a pain in the ass, unlike some of their neighbors in food court row. Not naming names, but one of those places rhymes with HUBIOS.
Wouldn't recommend this establishment to the lactose intolerant.